Wie das so seltsam traurig macht: Ein Gang durch eine fremde Stadt, Die liegt und schläft in stiller Nacht Und mondbeglänzte Dächer hat. Und über Turm und Giebel reist Der Wolken wunderliche Flucht Still und gewaltig wie ein Geist, Der heimatlos nach Heimat sucht. Du aber, plötzlich übermannt, Ergibst dem wehen Zauber dich Und legst dein Bündel aus der Hand Und weinest lang und bitterlich.
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Confirmed with Hermann Hesse, Sämtliche Werke, herausgegeben von Volker Michels, Band 10 Die Gedichte, bearbeitet von Peter Huber, Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp Verlag, 2002, page 97.
How it makes one so strangely sad: A walk through an unfamiliar city That lies there sleeping in the quiet night And has rooftops glinting with moonlight. And above the turrets and gables Travels the wondrous flight of clouds, As still and vast as a spirit That, homeless, seeks a home. You, however, suddenly overcome, Give yourself over to the painful enchantment And lay down the bundle from your hand, And weep long and bitterly.
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Weit aus allen dunkeln Talen Kommt der süße Amselschlag, Und mein Herz in stummen Qualen Lauscht und zittert bis zum Tag. Lange, mondbeglänzte Stunden Liegt mein Sehnen auf der Wacht, Leidet an geheimen Wunden Und verblutet in die Nacht. Eine Geige in den Gärten Klagt herauf mit weichem Strich, Und ein tiefes Müdewerden Kommt erlösend über mich. Fremder Saitenspieler drunten, Der so weich und dunkel klagt, Wo hast du das Lied gefunden, Das mein ganzes Sehnen sagt?
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1 Knayer: "dunklen"1Far from out of all dark valleys Comes the sweet call of the blackbird, And, in mute agonies, my heart Listens and trembles until daybreak. For long, moonlit hours My yearning keeps watch, Suffers from secret wounds, And bleeds to death into the night. A violin in the gardens Rises lamentingly with a softly drawn bow, And a deep becoming-weary Comes over me like a redemption. Unknown string player down there, Who laments so softly and darkly, Where did you find the song That speaks my whole yearning?
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Seltsam, im Nebel zu wandern! Einsam ist jeder Busch und Stein, Kein Baum sieht den andern, Jeder ist allein. Voll Freunden war mir die Welt, Als noch mein Leben licht war; Nun, da der Nebel fällt, Ist keiner mehr sichtbar. Wahrlich, keiner ist weise, Der nicht das Dunkel kennt, Das unentrinnbar und leise Von allen ihn trennt. Seltsam, im Nebel zu wandern! Leben ist Einsamsein. Kein Mensch kennt den andern, Jeder ist allein.
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Wondrous to wander through mists! Parted are bush and stone: None to the other exists, Each stands alone. Many my friends came calling then, when I lived in the light; Now that the fogs are falling, None is in sight. Truly, only the sages Fathom the darkness to fall, Which, as silent as cages, Separates all. Strange to walk in the mists! Life has to solitude grown. None for the other exists: Each is alone.
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